In the celestial arms of stardust dreams,
woven from sunlight and shadow alike,
whispers sail upon the silver streams—
ephemeral stories, echoes of micrometeorite.
Travels across the cosmic quilt,
where shadows dance with radiant fire,
the astral heart in silence built,
the comet's breathe—path to desire.
Beyond the ancient whispering stars,
riddles stitched in the nebula haze,
the universe spins in its gentle scars,
a song of time in a stellar maze.
Follow the path of forgotten light,
and let the heavens weave your song,
charts of dreams lost in the night,
carrying galaxies, both old and young.